1 Weekend in Asia: This time the group was consistently the same: Juan Carlos Gibson, Rodrigo and Pamela (his girlfriend). In the night there was going to be a party / concert in Asia Boulevard, the cheapest ticket was like twenty bucks, but Gibson knew the organizers so he got free tickets for all of us. Although I didn't precisely make it to the concert; and I blame my maracuyá sour. Ximena and Richard Quantrill were having a barbacue right next to the third floor's swimming pool, so I had the opportunity to eat a lot, and I felt like I had to contribute something in return... Ximena loves maracuyá sour, and I had just bought a bottle of pisco. So I quickly turned into a barman, and I made paracuyá sour for everyone, which they enjoyed tremendously and praised quite a bit. So, I got over-enthusiastic about it, and after a while I was a bit drunk. I asked if someone else wanted more alcohol, the answer was affirmative, so what was left of my bottle disappeared in minutes, and then I stayed with Richard and Ximena's friends, I had some wine too, and I had a lot of fun trying to identify songs. Richard had a lot of eighties movies soundtracks in his iPod, so he played one song and we had to guess what movie was it from, I was right at least three times, which positively impressed Richard. I asked him if he had ever visited Chessington and he said yes, and he even mentioned the zoo. When I was drunk enough I said goodbye to everyone, went downstairs and into the guest room, and I fell asleep immediately. Sunday, as usual, Ximena invited us breakfast and then lunch. Anyway, afterwards I searched with Gibson our numbered beach umbrella, everything is always very organized in Asia's beaches as you'd say, and Gibson as usual made fun of all the ridiculous habits of rich people, and we even had a discussion about exclusiveness and private beaches. Anyway, I don't really like the sand, it gets everywhere and makes me feel dirty, so I left him there and I went back to the house. After a while Gibson returned and asked me if I wanted to go to the clubhouse, we went there and we decided to make a small competition in the big swimming pool, obviously I lost; he said that I was tired because of yesterday's non-stop-drinking, so we stayed there in peace talking about meaningless things. It was so relaxing.______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

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